And the window’s open
The air flows through
The city is sleeping
Yet the cars are stuck like glue
Time is creeping onward
We’ll get home by twelve
And my head keeps pounding
Wish it didn’t rebel
On the nights when it’s warm still
Up to 92
I reach my hand out
I reach out to you
I look off at the waters
The monument on the right
Headed home in the summer
After one concert going night
Leanna 